“You look beautiful,” I sincerely tell Lindsay after Grazel opens the curtains as they are done changing. “I’m sure Simoun will also tell you the same thing.”
She is wearing a wedding ball gown with a plain skirt and a corset top filled with intricate designs using small gems and sequins. It looks like a gown you will see in fairytales but with a more modern look or style.
I don’t know why Lindsay is not confident with her looks and her dress. She is just wearing a simple rhinestone hair loop band, provided by the bridal shop, to complete the look and it looks like she is ready for her wedding.
If Simoun was here, he would surely rain her with praise that she wouldn’t have doubts.
“Do you want me to take pictures of you so that you can show it to Simoun?” I ask her.
Looking somehow ho
